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Question: Question: The year is 2024. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I type about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, race being white, birth year, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what he's wearing shoes included and what he sounds like as he walks home alone for the first time with permission from his younger mom. Include his mom's name, age, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. Include his dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight and have him not be in his son's life and explain why. Include his aunt's name, age being younger than his mom, birthday and birth year being younger than his mom, height and weight. Include his uncle's name, age being younger than his aunt, birthday and birth year being younger than his aunt, height and weight and have him not be present either. Include his grandma's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Have the boy be excited to tell all the cool stories about walking alone he was gonna to his mom and grandma when he went over to her house and his loving stuffed animal and his dog. As he walked through the door, he noticed the whole house was empty. Have him blink and suddenly be sitting on a different couch in a different part of the US. Have him look down to see a skimpy non existent glittery outfit with a description of the outfit as he looked at his fingers seeing long fake nails and painted toes on female feet. Reveal the woman who the boy ends up in the body of's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, eye color, hair color and style, race being Hispanic and that she was planning on going clubbing. Have a group of other Spanish women in the house dressed similarly walk up to the boy. Have one of them address him by his new name asking him if she's ready to go to the club yet and have it be in quoted text. Have the girl grab a skimpy pair of sandals before grabbing the boy's female feet and shoving the sandals on his feet with a description of the sandals. Have the girl tell her friend come on bitch let's go clubbing and get turnt up tonight and have it be in quoted text telling her why she wasn't already ready. Have the girl pick up a purse shoving on the boy's shoulder with a description of the purse. Reveal the names of the other Spanish girls and ages, birthdays, birth years, heights, weights, eye colors, hair colors and styles. Have the boy struggle to stand in the skimpy sandals attempting to remove them but being unable to with the fake nails. Reveal whose house all the women are in. Have him look in the mirror at his new reflection seeing a woman with lots of makeup and lipstick frowning and tearing up as he missed his mom. The swap is permanent. Have the boy say in his new voice how he missed mommy and grandma and his puppy so much and have it be in quoted text in a thick Spanish accent in very broken English with words spelled wrong. Have him stumble out of the house in his new skimpy sandals standing on the porch as most women were making their way to a car and describe the car. Have the boy look down at his new dress and fake nails and skimpy sandals and his feet with the painted nails and down at his purse before noticing the boobs he now had just like his moms. Have one of the women get out of the car yelling at their friend addressing her by her first name to hurry up and have it be in quoted text and broken Spanish English before one more Spanish chick walked out of the house putting a pair of sunglasses on the forehead of the boy. Have the woman say you almost left those behind and have it be in quoted text and a thick Spanish accent as she strutted to the car leaving the boy still very scared and confused as he slowly walked to the car stumbling nervously at the new life he now had.
In the quiet suburban town of Albany, Oregon, a little six-year-old boy named Eli Connor was bounding with excitement. Born on February the 12th in the year 2018, Eli was an average-height little boy, weighing about 45 pounds. His thick, curly brown hair was always neatly trimmed into a short and stylish fade. Bright green eyes adorned his delicate face, expressing a warmth that was impossible to ignore. Wearing a light blue button-down shirt with white stripes, khaki bermudas, and a pair of velcro-short sporty sneakers, Eli was nothing short of adorable. Each footstep he made echoed a slight thunk as the rubber soles of his shoes contacted the pavement, his voice sweet as a summer rain trickling with a slight lisp. His lovely young mother, Abby Connor, was his entire world. Born on June 15th, 1996, Abby was an attractive twenty-eight-year-old, standing at 5'5" and weighing about 140 lbs. Eli's father, Jack Henderson, born on November 20, 1994, was a robust gentleman who stood at 6 feet and weighed around 180 pounds. However, Jack wasn't in their lives anymore due to an unfortunate addiction that led him down a path of self-destruction, driving a wedge between him and his family. Eli's Aunt Victoria, affectionately known as Vicky, was barely older than his mother. Born on August 17, 1998, his aunt was a petite woman who stood only 5'3" tall and weighed about 130 lbs. His Uncle Jake, born September 12, 2000, stood at a height of 5’7” and weighed about 150 lbs. However, he was currently studying abroad thereby missing from the family portrait. His grandmother, Diane Connor, born 28th May in 1953, was a sturdy woman standing at 5'6" and 160 lbs. She was the beacon of wisdom in their lives. As Eli walked home, he could see a blur transitioning into his grandmother’s house. He walked into the empty house, sat on an unfamiliar couch, blinked, and before he knew it, he was not in Albany but in Miami, Florida. Eli gaped in bewilderment, looking down at his petite frame, now wrapped in a glittery silver dress that barely grazed his thighs. An array of inset crystals traced the décolleté of the dress while shimmers sequined the bodice, his fingers glistening with long fake nails painted a shiny, blush pink, his toes peaking from strappy stiletto sandals revealing nails of a matching shade. Mercifully, a wave of understanding washed over him, he didn't just look like a woman, he was in the body of a woman, a woman named Mariana Rodriguez, a stunning Hispanic lady born on March 31st, 1990. Standing at a height of 5'7", Mariana weighed around 130lbs. Her long, voluminous, chocolate brown waves cascaded down her back, framing her caramel-colored eyes. She was the life of the party, adored by her friends and known for her love for clubbing. Her roommates, Sofia, born on January 2nd, 1991, standing at 5'5" and weighing 135lbs, and Elena, born October 24th, 1988, standing at 5'6" and weighing 145lbs, walked up to Eli-now-Mariana. "Mami, are you ready to go, Mariana?" Sofia asked. She wore a fitted purple dress and Elena was dressed similarly. "Come on, we need to go get turnt up tonight!" Elena chimed in and shoved a black leather purse with gold details onto his shoulder. Feeling confused, Eli-now-Mariana tried to stand, but the long stiletto sandals proved challenging, the paper-thin straps gave minimal support. He could see his reflection in the hallway mirror as he passed. He was taken aback by the sight of Mariana, with her smoky eyes and dark red lips, looking back at him. "I miss my mommy, my grandma, and my puppy," Mariana's voice trembled, the words barely escaping her plump lips, the Spanish accent making the English come out wrong. Suddenly, Sofia thrust a pair of dolled-up sunglasses onto Eli-now-Mariana's forehead, "You almost left these behind,” she exclaimed before strutting off to join Elena and other friends waiting in a sleek black limousine. "Mariana," someone yelled from the limo, "Hurry up! Ya nos vamos!" The accent seemed to roll the sentence into one long, musical note. Eli-now-Mariana stood at the doorway, gripping the purse, staring wide-eyed at his glittering dress, and fake nails, now in the body of a grown woman, left behind in this harsh reality. His mind strayed to his family, his old life - a sensation of melancholy plagued him, and he took a deep breath, managing a weak smile. With shaky hands, he touched the fake lashes adorning his eyelids, the semi-permanent lipstick on his lips, and the bosom he suddenly possessed. It might not be familiar, but it was real. His life was eternally changed, and slowly, he followed the trail of the ladies towards the waiting limousine, a curious combination of fear and excitement illuminating his hazel eyes.
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